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He stepped back, his eyes unreadable. North was already at his side, already pulling him away. "Come on, man."

Connor didn’t fight it. He just turned, walked away, disappeared into the night and this time, I didn’t cry. I just locked the door, pressed my back against it, and breathed. Ishouldfeel relieved. Ishouldfeel safe. But all I felt wasempty. I’d only ever felt that way with him, and how fucked up was it that I wanted him to come back and apologize again? To show me he still cared? Even if there was only a small part of him that did?

Chapter 11

Connor

Music pounded, a relentless, mind-numbing throb that rattled the cheap glass in my hand. The whiskey inside barely rippled, the only thing still in this hellhole. Sweat, sex, and stale smoke clung to the air, thick enough to choke on. The bass vibrated through my ribs, but it still wasn’t enough to drown out the echo of her voice in my head.

I’m pregnant.

I dragged the whiskey to my lips and downed it in one burning gulp. The cheap shit scraped its way down my throat, scorching, punishing. But not enough. Never fucking enough.

I tipped the bottle, refilling my glass with an unsteady hand. I wasn’t drunk enough yet. Not even close. The woman draped over me cooed in my ear, running sharp nails down my chest. She smelled like vanilla and tequila, her tits pressing against my arm, lips trailing over my jaw.

"You're quiet," she murmured, shifting in my lap, grinding against my cock. She was trying to make me hard, trying to drag me into the moment. I should’ve been responding by now. Should’ve been grabbing her ass, slipping my hand between her legs, seeing how wet she was. Instead, I let my head tip back against the sticky leather of the booth, eyes closing.

I fucking hated that she wasn’tSummer.

She felt wrong. Smelled wrong. The noises she made in my ear were too breathy, too rehearsed. She wanted to be fucked, wanted me to bend her over the nearest surface and break her in half, and on any other night, I would’ve done it without a second thought.

A second set of hands slid over my shoulders from behind, another girl—red lips, dark hair, bedroom eyes. The kind that didn’t ask for anything but a rough night and a ride home in themorning. She pressed her lips to my neck, teeth scraping, tongue tasting the salt on my skin.

They were both waiting for me to react, waiting for me to feel something.

I should’ve gotten up, dragged them to some dark alley, fucked them raw against the bricks until they screamed. Until I couldn’t hear her voice anymore.

Instead, I drained my drink and shoved the blonde off my lap. "Let’s go."

They both giggled, hands already tugging at my belt as I led them outside into the humid night.

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The door slammed behind me, sealing us in the kind of heat that stuck to your skin, thick with the scent of sweat and bad choices. The apartment was a shithole—cracked walls, a mattress without a frame, empty bottles lining the nightstand. The kind of place where no one expected anything more than a hard fuck and an even harder goodbye.

The blonde’s hands were on me first, nails raking down my chest, tugging at my shirt. The brunette was already sinking to her knees, licking her lips like she knew exactly what she was about to do.

I let them.

I let them grab at me, let them unzip my jeans, let their eager little fingers wrap around my cock, stroking it between them like it was some fucking prize.

They were so desperate for it. Like it mattered. Like I mattered. It should’ve done something. Should’ve sent fire through my veins, made me want them like they wanted me.

Instead, I felt fucking empty.

I couldn’t even remember their fucking names, but I didn’t want to.

“Fuck, he’s big,” the blonde moaned, running her fingers over my length while the brunette kissed my thighs. “I can’t wait to have you between my legs. I’m already wet.”

They thought this was a game. Thought I was going to take my time, tease them, draw it out. I wasn’t.

“Would you let him fuck you while I eat your ass?” the brunette teased, pressing kisses against her neck before returning to me. My body jolted as she licked the tip of my cock, moaning like she was tasting something divine, then took me into her mouth, hot and wet and fucking eager.

I waited for it.

That familiar throb. That pulse of pleasure. That deep, dark hunger that usually took over the second a girl wrapped her lips around me.

Nothing.

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